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Staring into abyss,

carried by the celestial freezing river

I contemplate the deafening silence

of the giants

That floats along an invisible route,

a slow harmony composed by

space and times

so distant from our ephemeral

concept of  width.

I mourn the earthly shores,

where everything was simpler,

where everything was clearer.

Reaching beyond the borders of my my mind

I see his limits,

the weakness that make us more alive

grip purer thoughts.

The missing piece of the puzzle

identifies my true nature,

too close to be perceived

too distant to be admired,

The depths expand eras

and allow me to see

the mistakes of an unfamiliar past,

as if the matter weren't a part of me,

as if I became one with the void.

Placed along a spiral

I sense the evolution

of what we've been looking for,

an unconscious instinct of anticipation,

the end of an horizon now so near.

A great source of life is draining

putting on a last show for

the impassive cosmos

devoid of fragments of hope,

entombed in the abyss.